poetry diary

Rain on my windscreen;
crooked blue and white light trails –
sirens in the night.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘crooked’. That’s it for this year – it’s been fun and challenging as always. Thanks to all at HH for the prompts and comments.

A child’s eye widens;
jagged sky bites writhing Earth.
Hold my hand.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘mother’.